Two more gnolls burst from their hiding places each one moving off to acquire a new target: one to Shade, one to Itches. They snarl and snap at their opponents as a bits of froth and spittle fly from their lips.

The one facing Shade displays a rather remarkable amount of skill wielding its club as it catches her in the side, knocking the wind from her.

Itches fares little better as he is struck in the forearm by the club.